William Bowen

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Portrait of William Bowen William Bowen Solario the Tailor: His Tales of the Magic Doublet

We sped back to the court, and when Urban beheld my daughter he scattered the blind men right and left and clasped her hand in his. I took from her the end of the thread and knelt in the basin beside the huge body of Babadag, and gazed down into his eyes, glittering up at me in the moonlight through their tangle of hair. I drew the Shears.
“No, no!” cried the boy. “You must not! Give me the Shears! I must do it, for you do not love him, and I do! Only the hand of love! Give me the Shears!”
“No time for talking!” I cried. “This is no child’s play. Work for a man! And I trust no one but myself!
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Portrait of William Bowen William Bowen The Old Tobacco Shop

Hanlon had given his exhibition of head-work, the toilers were now resting in the hot sun, and drying their garments, thoroughly soaked by their trips in and out of the cave, under the water-fall. They looked with intense delight on the boxes and bags which lay before them.
"What I say is," said Toby, "let's divide the treasure now, so we won't have to bother about it when we get to the City of Towers."
"How beautiful is nature!" said the Sly Old Codger. "Behold that wide expanse of field and forest resting so—so—expansively beneath the orb of day! A true, true work of nature!
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Portrait of William Bowen William Bowen The Old Tobacco Shop

They had gone about half a mile, and were plodding along in drowsy silence, when suddenly, out of the tall bushes beside the trail, seven dark figures sprang upon them and seized the bridles of their mules.
"Ah!" cried Toby. "We are lost! The pirates!"
The mules stood stock still.
"It's no use," said Toby. "We can't escape. They are armed, and we are not. All right, Captain Lingo, don't strike; we surrender. We'll go back with you; don't strike."
"I beg your pardon," said a voice which none of them had ever heard before. "Are you pirates?"
"Ain't you pirates yourselves?" cried Aunt Amanda.
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